Tell you a story
about a man I once knew
He was a blind streetsinging preacher
that played the blues

His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord

People heard his message
they came from miles around
His focus was on the streets of Harlem
sometimes way downtown

Preacher picked the guitar
His hands picked the magic chords
passed his days just singing
Waiting on the Lord

One day the angels heard him sing
so he should be heard
They opened ears around the world
and he could express the Word

And his fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing

Then he sailed across the ocean
to London and to France
Thanking Jesus everyday
for giving him that chance

Preacher picked the guitar
His hands made the magic chords
He passed his days just singing
Waiting on the Lord

One day his voice was quiet
His time had come
He knew were he was going
Were he had just came from

His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
Passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord

Well I told you a story
about a man I once knew
He was a blind streetsinging preacher
that played some blues

His fingers picked the guitar
they danced up an down the board
He passed his days just singing
and waiting on the Lord